Scribbles. Let me stop here and say that I loved each and every one of those scribble clad papers. I am a big believer in valuing all forms of children's artwork. The two framed paintings of Dylan's on my wall prove that.
I believe the art process is what is important, not the final product. The crafts that he brings home from preschool that the teachers obviously made go directly into the trash, (why do they do that?!), while the scribbles are proudly displayed on my refrigerator.That being said, one day recently I was reading a magazine while Dylan sat at the kitchen table next to me with his markers. When I saw this...
...I was stunned. They are Eat N Park smiley cookies. I knew that the minute I saw them. He drew something, and I knew what it was! Then, one day, I saw this paper...
"Holy crap, he drew a bicycle!", I thought to myself. And, a cookie, and a gingerbread man! When did this happen?! I was expecting it to be more of a gradual thing. Why is this so exciting to me, if I claim "the process is more important than the product"? I don't know. I'm complex. I don't pretend to understand myself, even.
(Tune in for the upcoming Recent Dylan Developments 2)
6 comments:
i am soooo with you here! i swear, my man just up and one day decided he could draw something recognizable! and i'm still so stinkin surprised when he does!
there is nothing more adorable that first drawings kids make. the giant heads, the endless amounts of fingers, the no-neck little beans the claim are representative of us. *sigh* sweet, sweet drawings.
Um...I think he's a genius. Maybe that's because he's mine.
Wait..he's not mine! But there are days I feel like he is :-)
It's amazing how they can go from scribbles to masterpieces!
Those are awesome! I will never forget the day Cooper brought home a drawing from preschool that featured a little man - I actually asked him who drew it for him! I can't wait to see more creations!
That is so fun!
HA!! Only in Pittsburgh would those be EatnPark cookies instead of smiley faces!! Man do I miss that place...
I have been a silent blog stalker for some time now. Bout time I fessed up and started commenting, eh? Love. Your. Blog. Seriously. I see so much of me in you (which might not be much a compliment once you get to know me!). Anyway, this post made me laugh because I have an artist and a, well, non-artist. My 5 year old has been drawing people with hair and fingernails and eye lashes since she picked up a crayon. My 3 year old, well, she can pick up a crayon. You give me hope. This post, gives me hope!
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